The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1887-11-11
STORIES ABOUT MEN.

.Naf'' Goodwin ans; -slr y. sullivan.
From the Chicago Inierocean.
Nat Goodwin, the comedian, Is a great
patron Of everything in the way Of sport,
and thelittlc,fcry hcadctlfun maker will
bet about ms high as anybody on the
result Of a fight, foot race, ball game, a
horse race, or in fact anything that comes
along. lie is n speculator too, and Mats
opinion is eagerly sought after by his
friends. His acquaintance among the
fraternity can be numbered by hundreds,
and there j. scarcely n prize fighter OF note
in the land that Nat IL not on the best Of
terms with. Among the fighters that Nat
is on particularly friendly terms Is the
champion, John l.. Sullivan, and whenever
the twain struck the same town together
thcru was always sure 20 be n
heap Of fun before they got away. II was
two years ago this coming winter that
Nat struck the town 10 play an engagement
at llO0lcys. and tho same week John l..
sullivan blew in. One night, and cold,
bitter night II WINS too, after the thcators
had closed their doors for the night, John
l.. Sullivan and party OF friends had
assembled ut "Ihe Store" on Clark street,
for the purpose " having n social time,
although IL wyls generally given out 10 the
papers at that time that John was total
abstainor Along the barth crowd stood
two deep, and the champagne corks were
nying about right mcrrily, when the door
opened and in walked Nat Goodwin, APP
parcntly little the worse for wear. His
long ulster Mapped loosely about him, and
his scalskin cap was drawn far down over
his eyes. Walking up to where Sullivan
stood leaning against the bar, he
cody picked up the glass OF
wine that sat before the champion
aud tossed Il or without as much as say
ing "by your leave. SIR The crowd
looked on Ia brcathlcss establishment, there
being only two or three present that rec
ognizod the comedian In his street attire,
or that know that he and John were on
particularly friendly terms Sullivan
looked surprised, aud then, ordering an.
other bottle. he again filed his glass.
Scarcely had he sat il down on the bar
again before Goodwin, with q peculiarly
aggressive look, again picked up the glass
aud gulpcd down the wine. This time the
crowd expected 10 scc sullivan knock the
stranger into n cooked hat. Pulling him
self together, the champion gruily said:
"Say, young Teller, don't you do that
again"
"wnl n want TO-" came back the reply
in quick, sharp tones
ono yer won't neither"
GLOW will YOU help YOURSELF
"I'll lick tile stuilin ont o. you"
"Ilct YOU don't, YOU big lUaicr."
II was growing interesting now, and the
crowd gathered In brcathlcss Interest about
the pair.
"Say," blurtcd ont the big fellow, bring
inc his huge fat down with thump on
the bar 81 guess you don't know who you
are talking 20?
ono. nor ! don't care, either You
might be that big loafcr, John l.. sullivan,
for all know
"wcll. that's just who am" and John
saunrcd himself amund for business
'"Iou'rc just the duck I'm looking Tor, 4"
said Goodwin. Now, Won get ont Of
here" and with the crowd gazing on In a
horror stricken way. he rushed at sullivan,
and catching him by the napo OF the neck
aud the scat OF the trousers. he rushed
him toward the irunt door and fired him
into the street Sullivan apparently being
struck dumb with nsionishucnt
slamminp the door behind tho flyine
form Of the punlist, Nat started back TO
the bar and ordered wine Tor the partv.
who looked ON with admiration NJ his
gamcncss, and Who evidently thought him
perfect demon, while ',he paron,"
who had Hneakcd o.l into corner was
nearly bursting with laughter.
by and by sullivan Iokod bis head in at
the door, ~ u tearing o repetition Of the
"fring out pnoc,ss, aud meekly said.
"Sty, mister, can como in?f
"Nou can you y behave yourself" was